The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 2569

Chapter 2569

'If I piss her off again, I don't think I'll be able to coax her.'

Edison reported, "I've found some clues. The butler of the Taylors comes from the north too. He and Bart Duval actually share the same hometown."

Nollace supported his chin and thought about the information that they had obtained. "From the north, this seems to be a good clue. Send someone to the northern region to confirm this piece of information. By the way, deliberately release this information into the wind. It's best if that person gets to know about it."

Edison nodded. "Understood."

As soon as Edison took his leave, Daisie grabbed him, "Nollace, Madam Ames' death has something to do with the Taylors, doesn't it?"

"Most probably, but we still need evidence." Nollace turned his head to face her, gazed at her, and held her hand. After that, he took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry. I'm confident that we'll get to the bottom of his matter."

After Cecelia returned from the precinct, her temper became more violent and out of control. She either threw things around the house or threw tantrums at the servants.

The servants in the villa were full of complaints, but they did not dare to voice out for themselves and could only badmouth Cecelia behind her back.

"Ms. Taylor's temper is getting more and more irritable. I can't take her any longer."

"Try to understand her. After all, she's a woman who can no longer conceive but still dreams of becoming Yaramoor's princess."

"Who asked her to offend His Highness? She's the one who brought all this onto herself, isn't she?"

However, the discussion in the kitchen was overheard by Cecelia, and it was already too late when they realized that there was someone behind them.

Cecelia kicked the closest servant to the floor, and the other maids' faces turned pale with fright. "Ms. Taylor..."

"Who gave you permission to talk about me behind my back? Who do you think you are!?" Cecelia's expression looked grim and twisted.

"Ms. Taylor, I'm sorry. This is all our fault. We won't do so again in the future..." The maids knelt and begged for mercy.

Cecelia grabbed one of them by the hair and forced her to look at her. "You lowly animal, do you know what will happen to you when you badmouth your master? You commented as if you're of a higher class than I am, didn't you?"

She picked up the scissors on the countertop, placed them against the maid's face, and gave off a vicious smile. "Let's see how smug you can be after I've mutilated your face."

The maid trembled violently, and tears were gushing down her cheeks. "Ms. Taylor, please let me go. I'm sorry... I'm..."

Cecelia lifted the scissors and was about to scratch the maid's face when Bianca yelled at her from behind, "Cecelia!"

Cecelia stopped, and Bianca stepped forward and snatched the scissors from her hand. "Have you lost your mind? Do you really want to kill her?"

It hurt her to see her daughter acting like this.

But if she were to continue to disregard her condition, she would not know what would happen to her.

"Heh, you're welcome to think so." Cecelia scoffed and left the kitchen without looking back. Her eyes were filled with hints of coldness when she turned around.

'I can no longer conceive, and even the lowly servants are starting to mock me. What will happen in the future?

'If everyone in the celebrity and socialite circle learns I'm a barren woman that can no longer give birth, they will probably ridicule me behind my back just like what those sits just did. I'll never allow that!' After Lucius attended the cabinet meeting, he got summoned by Diana.

An officer led him to the VIP reception room, where Diana was sitting on a couch, waiting for his arrival with a smile. "Lord Taylor, please take a seat."

Lucius sat down, and a waitress stepped forward, poured him a cup of tea, and then stepped back to the corner of the room.

He picked the teacup up and cut straight to the point. "Your Majesty, did you summon me here because of His Highness' affair?"

"I've heard about Nollace's matter." Diana turned the ring on her finger with a calm expression. "However, as far as I know, the female inmate was ordered to persecute the royal heir by Ms. Taylor, am I right?"